The Ledge - Mary Gauthier

Under water, under the well

Under glass, under a ground swell

Chasing bliss, chasing my tail

Chasing desire, straight down to hell

I couldn’t love, could not forgive

Didn’t know how to live and let live

My choices were few

On the ledge, looking up at you

Over drawn, over fed

Over run, over my head

I held a grudge, I held a gun

Held contempt for everyone

I couldn’t cry, I couldn’t learn

I didn’t flinch when bridges burned

I was tost, through and through

On the ledge, looking up at you

I lived alone, I lived In rage

I lived in darkness inside a cage

On the fringe, a refugee

I couldn’t trace it back to me

I grew mean, I grew small

I grew tired of it all

I couldn’t tell false from true

On the ledge, looking up at you

Out of luck, out of time

Out of control, out of my mind

Running scared, running down

Running low to the ground

The blows were hard, the blows were mean

The blows were low, the hits were clean

I was left black and blue